His body makes me shiver...
But it's his tongue that keeps me satisfied.
I'm not even supposed to like him.
I'm here to shut down his late-night talk show after he goes too far.
Jacob Kent. Body of a god. The bank account of a small country.
His job is to give women their O.
He says he's trying to help them be free.
I think he's trying to help himself.
Until he shows me his "methods" first hand.
And let me tell you, I may have been warned about that silver tongue of his.
But there's only one place I want it now, and I don't want to share.
I've fallen in love with a man who calls himself The Cunning Linguist on TV.
Will he still love me once we roll to credits?